Chapter 944: The 944th Chapter: The Eight Great Psychic Powers Chapter 944: The 944th Chapter: The Eight Great Psychic Powers Roar!

Yamata no Orochi was still roaring, urging its underlings, the Ferocious Beasts and the Beast Kings, to quicken their attack.

Moments later, a streak of light arrived overhead, and a fierce shout suddenly rang out.

“Evil beast! Seeking death!”

Yamata no Orochi sharply raised its head only to see a flash of shining blade light descending from the sky with a terrifying aura, striking down fiercely.

“You–”
Spurt!

Before Yamata no Orochi could react, the blade light had already swept across its neck, and the middle head fell off in response.

Bright red blood, like a rain of blood, drenched Samuel Collins completely.

He widened his eyes, incredulously watching the scene unfold, a sense of absurdity rising within him.

Who is this person?

Even more formidable than Master Holmes.

So many had failed to harm Yamata no Orochi in the slightest, yet he decapitated a head with a mere single strike?

Could there actually be such a powerful person in the world?

Samuel Collins furrowed his brows again, thinking it a waste for such a powerful individual not to serve the country.

The others were also stunned, guessing who this could possibly be, who could not only fly but also beheaded Yamata no Orochi with a single slash.

The Beast Kings, mingling among the Ferocious Beasts, revealed looks of terror, their blood-red eyes gaining a hint of clarity.

It seemed that Greg Jensen’s strike had frightened some sanity back into them, showing signs of breaking free from control.

Meanwhile, Trey Holmes and others were full of joy, bowing in unison, chanting loudly, “Greetings, True Monarch!”

Hiss!

Everyone present couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

“So this is the renowned True Monarch?”

“You could also call him Lord Dragon King!”

“Indeed formidable!”

Samuel Collins’s face changed; he had just thought of finding an opportunity to persuade the man to join the national agency and serve the country.

So it was Greg Jensen!

“Hmph–”
He couldn’t help but snort coldly, just as he was about to scold Greg Jensen, the scene of the beheading flashed through his mind, making his body shudder involuntarily.

Greg Jensen sensed the hostility and turned his head to look over.

Samuel Collins felt a chill all over, his scalp tingling, instinctively lowering his head, no longer daring to meet his gaze.

Roar!

At that moment, Yamata no Orochi let out a painful roar, and everyone couldn’t help but look up, their faces instantly stiffening.

Amid the continual roars, from the severed neck, a lump of flesh slowly bulged out, visibly morphing at a notable speed.

Soon, Yamata no Orochi had regrown a new snake head, smaller compared to the other seven, but identical in appearance.

Had it not been for the severed head still lying on the ground, everyone might have thought it was an illusion.

“Such strong regenerative ability!”

“How do we even fight this?”

“Shut up! The boss has his ways.”

Trey Holmes spoke casually, but his brow betrayed a hint of worry.

Roar!

“Humans, you are doomed!”

Yamata no Orochi, having suffered greatly, resented Greg Jensen for regrowing a new head at a great cost.

Its lantern-like eyes, brimming with boundless bloody light, stared fixedly at Greg Jensen, coldly saying,
“I will grind your bones to dust, or else it won’t quell the hatred in my heart!”

“If I can chop off one of your heads, I can chop off all of them.”

Greg Jensen coldly replied, “I’m curious to see, if all eight heads are chopped off, whether you can still grow new ones.”

“You… go to hell!”

Yamata no Orochi roared furiously, all eight snake heads raising up, opening their mouths wide, aimed directly at Greg Jensen.

Roar!

Wind, water, thunder, lightning, metal, wood, fire, earth.

Eight kinds of divine powers were simultaneously spewing from its enormous mouth, all striking towards Greg Jensen.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically, and the colors of the sky and earth shifted.

Boom!

The thunder roared ceaselessly, and mist permeated the air, making one feel as though they were in the midst of a furious storm.

All kinds of strange atmospheric phenomena appeared frequently.

It was as if divine might was descending from the heavens, and before it even struck, it made one’s scalp tingle as if plunging into a frigid abyss.

It even gave one a sense of being on the verge of death, without the slightest inclination to resist.

At this moment, all the ferocious beasts involuntarily stopped their attacks, naturally bowing their heads and lying on the ground in a posture of worship.

“Is this divine power?”

“So many divine powers?”

“How did this beast cultivate?”

Trey Holmes and the others struggled against this bizarre sensation, feeling a tightness in their chests and some difficulty in breathing.

They also felt deeply shocked, as it was common for Beast Kings to comprehend divine powers, but they had never seen one possess so many divine powers at once.

Trey Holmes couldn’t help but wear a worried expression, concerned that Greg Jensen might not be able to cope.

Greg Jensen’s expression also changed slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

He had thought that the Yamata no Orochi was a serpent that had devolved back to its ancient form after the Rebirth of Spiritual Energy.

Now it seemed it was like a demonic beast that had survived from ancient times; otherwise, it could not have cultivated so many divine powers in such a short time.

Yet, with spiritual energy having been depleted for hundreds of years, how had it survived?

Greg Jensen was inwardly astonished, but his reaction was not slow; he held the Twilight Snow Knife, switched from one hand to both, then twisted his body and stepped forward, chopping down directly with his blade.

Following that, the second strike, the third strike…

He struck a total of eight times!

Eight streaks of blade light, like whips, reached their target in the blink of an eye, precisely meeting those eight terrifying divine powers.

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of explosions erupted, and the eight divine powers shattered explosively, the unleashed nature’s spiritual energy causing a chaotic flow.

The concrete and stone fortifications were directly smashed into pieces by this turbulent flow.

Countless fragments of stone shot out like bullets, each impact creating a hole where it struck a person.

Since the Sakura Soldiers were closer, they were the first to be unlucky.

Like wheat swaying in the wind, they collapsed in heaps.

The next second, screams resounded everywhere; some people went limp, their eyes rolling back as they passed to another world.

Others, holding onto their severed limbs, lay on the ground, wailing in agony.

China was quick to dispatch people to drag their wounded comrades to the rear, as for the little “Sun” days…

Not stepping on their bones a couple of times would already be the traditional Chinese virtue protecting them.

Expecting China Soldiers to help rescue the wounded?

Wishful thinking!

Watching the wounded of the little “Sun” days lying on the ground screaming, Samuel Collins felt secretly thrilled, and his view of Greg Jensen also changed.

From previous disdain to now tranquility, his eyes held no more disrespect.

On the other side, Greg Jensen, seeing so many China people dead, flew into an uncontrollable rage, looking up to see Yamata no Orochi apparently trying to escape, hissing as it urged the ferocious beasts and Beast Kings to keep charging fiercely, while it frequently looked back for a way out.

Clearly, having its eight divine powers broken, it now felt a trace of fear.

The cunning and treachery typical of its species were displayed fully at this moment.

“Still trying to run?”

Greg Jensen snorted coldly and chased after it.

Roar!

Yamata no Orochi let out an angry roar, urging those ferocious beasts to come forward quickly, while it turned and dashed towards the sea at high speed.

Its colossal body did not appear cumbersome but was incredibly agile; however, the Sakura Soldiers following behind suffered the consequences.

Their huge bodies were directly ground into a mushy pulp.